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This was tale about what happened to my brother and I when I was 9 years old and my brother just over 6years . I was just old enough to work helping the then cowman Philip to load kale for the cows, a job he did every afternoon ready for the following...
This was drawn by the Standard Fordson I remember as a kid of six or seven how we loved to have a ride on the empty trailers back to the field to be loaded. On this occasion I had just missed my chance for a ride and I was on my own, when I though I would...
In all my seventy three years, it was only during my first nine years that I had anything to do with our farms three shire horse. The most regular job was to lead them to the blacksmith's shop with my brothers on the way to school. They would stay...
I remember when we were kids, kitchen floor it sloped, Sat down at meal times, mother to top end coped. The old kitchen floors were always laid to enable them to be washed down with a bucket of water, the water then run through a hole in the wall and...
Insulations none existent, big jumper you must ware, Half timbered single brick, few inches plaster of horse hair, Frosty weather glistens inside, a fridge you could compare, Roof half filled with starling's nests, built up over the years. Kitchens...
Looking across the farms and fields around our parish, on the banks they have large marl holes dug back into them. The marl having been dug and spread across other fields to help improve fertility of the land, it would have been left in spade full lumps...
A sad end to a good old cow who had produced a calf every year of her productive life. Every now and then you loose a cow, and in my life time in farming three such cases will stick in my mind forever, one of which died a few days ago. The very earliest...
On the up side it meant that three men could plant more potatoes than six people with different size feet. Potatoes', Going on from what Matthew Naylor wrote about potatoes, in one of his blogs, the earliest I remember at home was of the ground being...
I remember father counting, cattle each and every day, He counts and looks at every one, to see they're all OK, A cow that persistently gets out, gets better at it, she learns to jump or hop over slack wire, learns to push rails down and push at the...
The longest swath or the longest furrow is always the one round the outside of the field. I seem to walk and work about the farm these days in a reflective daze, half looking back, and half looking forward, with every thing starting to overtake my way...
Miles per gallon's going up, so is car's per mile, Speed is what's on most people's mind, then end up in a pile. In my Fathers years of farming, there was the great depression of the nineteen thirties followed by world war II, which concentrated...
Milked by hand some cows had teats almost as thick as your wrist , with front teats sticking out "east west". Dairy cows of old, bore little resemblance to the diary cows of today. Back in the 40's every herd had its own bull often reared...